Page 82 of David's Love

He said I shouldn’t worry.

Honestly, I think there is no work involved.

He just wants me to be with him and be able to justify my extra income.

He also said I should do whatever I thought was best with my money.

So, things are interesting, to say the least.

I wake up and feel like a new person, having energy and basking in optimism.

Somehow, everything seems to go my way.

The thing is, every moment I have spent with him has this effect on me. My confidence is at an all-time high, and I feel like I can do anything I put my mind to.

I have a quick breakfast and run out the door, no longer concerned that someone is watching me from the bushes. He moved my new car to the front of my place and was absolutely against me hiding it from other people.

He said I should deal with people’s inquiries when they arise and not spend time fretting over them.

I climb in and head to school.

Throughout the morning hours, I shoot messages to Terry, Maggie, and Chloe.

My mother is happy that I got a new job. Maggie is sad that I got a new job, and Chloe doesn’t answer my messages.

Around noon, I get a reply from her, and soon after, she video calls me.

“So, what?” she asks, a smile across her lips. “You got this job last weekend?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t tell me you were looking for a job.”

“I was some stupid ass online application I filled out. I didn’t know it would land me an interview. And more so, I had no idea I’d be working for Sexton International.”

“You mean David Moore.”

“Yes. Apparently, he’s the one who needs some sort of help,” I say, rushing to my car and averting my gaze.

I feel like smiling, but I keep my face straight.

The silence grows, prompting me to tip my gaze to her.

“Really?”

“What?” I flash a smile. “It’s good money.”

“I bet it is. He’s not bad either.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I toss at her, making sure that the camera is on me and she doesn’t notice that I drive a new car.

“Oh. By the way. You don’t know what happened last Thursday,” I change the subject swiftly and tell her about Keith and how he was picked up by the police.

My story gets her attention.

“You can’t be serious,” she says, her eyes locked with mine while I open the door and slide into my car, filling the camerawith the view of my face so she doesn’t look behind me. “Did you call the police?”

“Uh-huh,” I say, looking down and turning on the ignition.

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